The first thing Steven heard was the soft pitter-pattering sounds of rain. Pushing himself up from his sleeping position Steven looked out of the window. The sky was a mixture of large, greyish-black and tar colored clouds slowly moving in. The sounds slowly changed from the soft rain that had awoken him to an angry tapping sound against the window, almost as if a thousand tiny little bees were hitting his window.
“Steven…? What time is it?” May asked, her words sounding a little slurred due to her sleepy state. Her hand searched for his until she found it lingering above the covers. A small smile formed on Steven’s lips before he entwined his fingers with May’s, earning a small, sleepy smile from her.
His large, calloused hand seemed to completely swallow her smaller, more delicate looking hand. Raising their entwined hands to his lips Steven placed a short and sweet kiss on May’s knuckles. Moving his lips away from her knuckles he replied, “I